The deep night shrouding the entire Corridor of Truth grew even more tumultuous.
A crescent blood moon hung overhead, Lilith's eyes seemed to open slightly, but perhaps it was an illusion. Yet it truly cast down a cold gaze, spilling an ominous, blood-red stain across the continent.
Everything that was alive, dead, or indiscernible between life and death on the land began to stir, even livelier than during the day.
But this liveliness belonged to others, bearing no relation to the human race, not even worth a copper coin.
Anyone daring to join the excitement would inevitably become part of someone else's spectacle.
Swoosh! Swoosh!...
However, there are always exceptions. Two streaks of light shot through the low-hanging clouds, boldly piercing from the West Coast straight into the inland.
Whenever certain nocturnal esoteric beings or night-stalking demon monsters dared to intercept, they were promptly pinned to the ground by a divine spear flashing with lightning.
